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University  of  California  •  Berkeley 

Purchased  as  the  gift  of 

ELINOR  R.  HELLER 


THE 

Political  Green-Houfej 

FOR    THE    YEAR    1798. 

ADDRESSED  TO  THE  READERS  OF 
THE  CONNECTICUT  COURANT, 

„•• 

JANUARY    ift,    1799. 

PUBLISHED   ACCORDING  TO   ACT  OF   CONGRESS. 


H  ARTFO  RD; 

PRINTED    BY" 

HUDSON  &  GOODWIN. 


The  Political  Green-Houfe, 

FOR   THE   TEAR    1798. 


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FT  has  the  NEW-YEAR'S  Mufe  effay'd, 
To  quit  the  annual  rhyming  trade, 
Oft  has  me  hop'd  the  period  nigh, 
When  fools  would  ceafe,  and  knaves  would  die 
But  each  fucceeding  year  has  tax'd  her 
With  "  more  laft  words  of  Mr.  Baxter  ;" 
And  moft  of  all,  has  Ninety  Eight, 
Outftripp'd  the  years  of  former  date. 
And  while  a  Jacobin  remains, 
While  Frenchmen  live,  and  Faction  reigns, 
Her  voice,  array'd  in  awful  rhyme, 
Shall  thunder  down  the  fteep  of  Time. 

Scarce  had  the  New- Year's  wintry  fun, 
His  mort-liv'd  daily  courfe  begun, 
When  lo  !  a  ftrange,  offenfive  brute, 
Too  wild  to  tame,  too  bafe  to  moot, 
A  Lyon  of  Hibernian  breed, 
In  Congrefs  rear'd  his  fhaggy  head. 
What  fpeculations  might  be  made, 
Were  men  acquainted  with  the  trade. 
In  countries  new,  the  market  price 
Will  often  take  a  wondrous  rife, 
And  things  to  day  are  held  for  nought, 
Which  fcarce  to-morrow  can  be  bought. 
This  beaft,  within  a  few  fhort  years, 
Was  purchased  with  a  yoke  of  fteers  ; 
But  now,  the  wife  Vermonters  fay, 
He's  worth  fix  hundred  cents  per  day. 


When  erft  Britannia's  hoftile  hofts, 

Ravag'd  our  long  extended  coafts, 

This  Lyon,  FalftafF  like,  impell'd 

By  "  inftinft"  fhunn'd  the  dangerous  field. 

And  yet,  in  him,  our  patriot  props, 

Had  centerM  all  their  darling  hopes, 

That  he,  by  fpitting,  would  obtain, 

What  they  had  talk'd  for  long  in  rain. 

It  chanc'd  one  memorable  day, 

'Mongft  gentlemen  he  happ'd  to  ftray, 

Where,  ignorant  what  to  fay,  or  do, 

His  monkey  tricks  began  to  mew, 

When  Grifwold's  ftick  of  vigour  full, 

Knock'd  gently  on  his  folid  fkull  ; 

By  courage,  ftrength,  and  flight  forfaken, 

Not  "  inftintf"  now  could  fave  his  bacon, 

But  as  he  drew  his  "  WOODEN-SWORD," 

He  roar'd  and  kick'd,  and  kick'd  and  roar'd. 

With  lefs  of  Lyon,  than  of  iheep, 

The  beaft  retires  to  warn,  and  weep ; 

While  Elmendorph  and  Havens  join, 

To  bathe  his  wounds  with  oil  and  wine. 

Long  had  the  JefFerfonian  band, 
Determined  here  to  take  their  ftand, 
To  us,  their  vile  intrigues  impart, 
And  old  Connecticut  fubvert. 
Firm  on  her  rock,  fublime  me  flood, 
And  all  their  arts  indignart  view'd  ; 
With  fmiles  beheld  them,  fill'd  with  plot, 
Come  fneaking  round  that  precious  fpot, 
Where  erft  the  Stelligeri  Club, 
Held  converfe  fweet  with  Peter  Grabb, 
And  where,  tho'  loft  their  quondam  Clerk, 
They  ftill  keep  Records  in  the  dark. 
Here  then  our  Jacobins  refort, 
For  luftnefs  fome,  and  fome  for  Court-, 
Each  unfiiplclous  of  the  reft, 
(No  mifchief  rankling  in  his  breaft,} 
But  each,  as  order'd,  took  his  ftation, 
And  rattled  up  a  Nomination, 


Mix'd  up  of  various  forts,  and  kinds, 

Themfelves  ahead,  a  few  for  blinds,  , 

The  reft,  a  coarfe,  outlandifh  Crew,  J 

Which  fcarcely  any  body  Hnew.  * 

As  harbinger  of  fure  fuccefs, 

'Twas  next  agreed  to  fill  the  prefs, 

And  thro*  the  weekly  prints,  enlighten 

The  people's  fhipid  fkulls  by  writing. 

Sooa  our  "  impartial  paper"  teems 

With  deep  laid  plots,  and  cunning  fchemes  ; 

Don  Quixotte,  knight  of  woeful  face,  *. 

Led  on  the  Revolution  race  ;  U 

Then  followed  on  a  namelefs  tribe,* 

Too  poor  to  mention  or  defcribe, 

While  Granger  fill'd  with  weightier  matters, 

Employed  his  time  in  gutting  letters. 

This  precious  ftory  foon  took  wind, 

Out  turn'd  the  aged,  deaf,  and  blind, 

All  honeft  men  from  fmall,  to  great, 

Combined  their  force  to  fave  the  (late, 

Tumbled  each  caitiff  from  his  ftation, 

And  purg'd  the  chequer'd  Nomination. 

Poor  Gideon,  with  aftonifh'd  eye, 

Beheld  the  ftroke  of  Fate  draw  nigh, 

And  like  Ahithophel  the  Sage, 

In  deep  defpair,  commix'd  with  rage, 

Saddled  his  afs,  took  leave  of  pelf, 

Wrote  No.  4,  and  hang'd  himfelf. 

Long  had  our  MinifFers  of  Peace, 
The  infults  borne  of  Gallia's  race. 
At  length,  the  Envoys  deign  to  tell  us, 
They  had  to  deal  with  fcurvy  fellows, 
With  Autun,  and  the  five-head  Beaft, 
And  half  the  Alphabet  at  lead. 
The  budget  op'd,  in  Congrefs,  fliow'd 
The  whole  contrivance  of  the  brood, 


*  See  the  vile,  fexlitious  publications  in  the  Mid-     i 
dlefex  Gazette,  &c.  lad  fpriag. 


And  that  their  -heads  were  bent  on  brewing 

Subjection,  infamy,  and  ruin. 

While  joy  each  Federal  feature  crown'd, 

And  triumph  glow'd  the  Hall  around  j 

Xach  Jacobin  began  to  ftir, 

And  fate,  as  tho'  on  chefnut  burr. 

Up  the  long  fpace  from  chin,  to  forehead, 

Sate  every  feature  of  the  horrid  ; 

Their  moon-ey'd  leaders  ftood  like  beacons, 

Or  as  a  drove  of  Satan's  Deacons, 

When  from  the  burning  lake,  in  ire. 

They  fat  their  feet  on  folid  fire, 

To  find  if  war,  or  fly  pollution, 

Could  raife  in  Heaven  a  revolution. 

Pale  melancholy  mark'd  their  features, 

The  moft  forlorn  of  human  creatures  ; 

While  (hame,  deep-ftamp'd  as  tho'  with  thunder, 

Reliev'd  the  unmeaning  ftare  of  wonder  ; 

Yet  blended  with  fell  caft  of  guilt, 

Like  Cain's  when  Abel's  blood  was  fpilt. 

At  length,  from  lethargy  profound, 

Congrefs  awoke,  and  ftar'd  around. 

The  major  part,  with  heart  and  hand, 

Extend  protection  to  the  land, 

Diffolve  our  treaties,  arm  our  hods, 

And  drive  the  robbers  from  our  coafli. 

Next  from  the  prefs  the  tidings  ran, 

From  ftate  to  ftate,  from  man  to  mass, 

In  Freedom's  caufe  they  all  combine, 

And  Georgia,  and  New-Hampfhire  join. 

The  warlike  fpirit  fills  the  prefTes, 

And  teems  the  nation  with  addrefTes, 

Anfwers,  Refolves,  and  Toaits  in  throngs, 

Orations,  Sermons,  Prayers,  and  Songs. 

The  fpirit  freed  of  righteous  hate, 

Like  wild- fire  fpreadsfr©rn  ftate  to  ftate, 

And  made  thy  fons,  Columbia,  fee 

The  extreme  of  infult  heap'd  on  thee 

Made  thee  behold  the  juft  renown 

Of  HiMj  who  wears  thy  lau/ell'd  crown, 


And  gave  his  heaven-directed  perir 
New  themes  in  civic  walks  of  men, 
Which,  thro*  the  world  (hall  waft  thy  fame* 
Beneath  the  banners  of  his  name. 

Eas'd  now  of  much  incumbent  weight, 
Proceeds  the  bufinefs  of  the  State. 
Rais'd  by  the  found  of  war's  alarms, 
Our  ardent  youth  all  fly  to  arms, 
And  from  the  workfhop,  and  the  field, 
The  active  labourers  feize  the  mield, 
While  on  the  filver'd  brow  of  age, 
Relumes  the  fire  of  martial  rage. 
Our  veteran  Chiefs,  whofe  honoured  fears,, 
Are  tiophies  ftill  of  former  wars, 
Appointed  move  beneath  their  SHIELD, 
To  reap  the  ripen 'd  martial  field. 
And  lo  !   From  Vernon's  facred  hill, 
Where  peaceful  fpirits  love  to  dwell, — 
Yet,  where  fome  warrior-angel  (hews, 
How  Heaven  was  purg'd  of  hellifh  foes, 
Where  thrice  retired  from  war's  alarms, 
Slept,  and  awoke  thy  conquering  arms, 
Where  late,  and  laft  from  more  renown. 

Than  glitters  o'er  an  eaftern  crown,- 

The  HERO  comes  ! — whofe  Laurels  green, 
In  bloom  eternal  (hall  be  feen  ; 
While  Gallic  Ivy  fades  away, 
Before  the  fcorching  eye  of  Day. 
He  comes  ! — he  conies  !   to  re-array 
Your  hofts,  ye  heroes,  for  the  affray  I 
Him  for  your  head — collect  from  far 
The  mield,  the  fword  and  plume  of  war  ^ 
Indignant  earth  rejoicing  hears, 
Fell  infult  briftling  up  your  {pears, 
And  joins  her  horts  to  crufli  the  foes 
Of  virtue,  and  her  own  repofe. 

Now  fee  each  Jacobinic  face, 
Redden'd  with  guilt,  with  fear,  difgrace, 
While  tnro'  the  land,  with  keeneft  ire, 
Kindles  the  patriotic  fire  ! 


See  JefFerfon  with  deep  difmay, 
Shrink  from  the  piercing  eye  of  day, 
Left  from  the  tottering  chair  of  ftat», 
The  ftorm  fhould  hurl  him  to  his  fate  ! 
Great  Sire  of  (lories  paft  belief  ! 
Hiftorian  of  the  Mingo  Chief  ! 
Philofopher  of  Indian's  hair  1 
Inventor  of  a  rocking  chair  ! 
The  Correfpondent  of  Mazze*  ! 
And  Banneker  lefs  black  than  he  ! 
With  joy  we  find  thee  rife  from  coguing 
With  Judge  M'Kean,  and  "  footijb  Logan*" 
And  reeling  down  the  factious  dance, 
Send  Deborah's  hufband  off  to  France, 
To  tell  the  Frenchmen,  to  their  coft, 
They  reckoned  here  without  their  hoft  ; 
Whilft  thou,  to  fmooth  the  ills  of  life, 
Held  fweet  communion  with  the  wife. 

Lo  !   now  too  difmal  forms*!"  draw  nigh, 
And  cloud  the  Jacobinic  fky, 
While  awful  JufHce  lours  around, 
And  Law's  loud  thunders  rock  the  ground. 
Each  factious  alien  flirinks  with  dread, 
And  hides  his  hemp-devoted  head ; 
While  Slander's  /oul  feditious  crew, 
With  gnafhing  teeth  retire  from  view. 
See  yon  vile  Beaft,  while  Freedom  fmiles, 
Led  by  ftern  Judice  in  her  toils, 
Undaunted  to  the  Judgment  Seat, 
Where  upright  freemen  feal  his  fate  ; 
When,  lo  !   dejected,  and  forlorn, 
The  Lyon  from  his  vifage  torn, 
He  fliews  a  Calf  from  head  to  tail, 
And  barters  Congrefs  for  a  jail. 
In  Bofton  too,  whofe  garden  bears 
Some  plants  as  vile  as  Nature  rears, 
Uplifts  the  hideous  form  of  Law, 
And  on  Tom  Adams  lays  his  paw. 

f  The  Alien,  and  Sedition  La\T. 


•*«  Deferted  at  his  utmofl  need," 

By  thofe  whofe  lies  he  long  has  fpread, 

Before  the  bar  the  culprit  ftands, 

With  not  a  wretch  to  eafe  his  bands. 

Poor  guilty  daftard  !  ftand  afide  ! 

Already  gapes  the  prifon  wide  ! 

Nat  Fellows,  and  old  Thompfon,*  eke, 

Cannot  redeem  thy  forfeit  neck  ; 

The  dungeon  walls  fhall  teach  thee  reafon, 

At  lead  fhall  make  thee  fick  of  Treafon. 

From  thefe  dread  fcenes  of  wild  affright, 

Bache  and  Tom  Greenleaf  took  their  flight, 

The  Yellow  Fever  clos'd  their  date, 

And  fav'd  two  halters  to  the  State. 

See  next,  brave  MaiTachufett's  Sires, 
Whofe  breads  ftill  burn  with  Freedom's  fires, 
Whofe  dauntlefs  bofoms  never  yield, 
Nor  fliun  the  foe,  nor  quit  the  field, 
Where  Independence  took  her  frand, 
And  fhot  her  lightening  thro*  the  land, 
Again  their  true-born  zeal  difplay, 
Again  to  Freedom  lead  the  way. 
To  fave  our  Country  from  difgrace, 
Her  Councils  fhut  from  Aliens  bafe, 
Boftonia's  valiant  fons  combine, 
And  call  their  fitter  ftates  to  join. 
The  fire  has  caught  the  flames  anfe, 
And  fpread  thro'out  the  northern  fides, 
And  fhall  our  fouthern  friends  forbear 
In  Freedom's  glorious  caufe  to  mare  ? 
When  bleft  with  fons  of  brighteft  name, 
Alive  to  all  its  growing  fame, 
Shall  they  floop  downward  to  difgrace, 
And  crouch  beneath  a  foreign  race  ? 
Forbid  it  pride — Each  manly  foul, 
Difdains  the  renegade's  control, 
Columbia's  fons  fhall  bear  the  fway, 
In  fouthern,  as  in  northern  day. 

*  The  -worthy  gentlenten   who  finally  gave  bail  for 
Ibis  coateinptible  tool  of  Fa&ion. 


10 

Behold  !   along  yon  weftern  plains, 
Where  wild  Mifrule  with  Mifchief  reigns, 
Behold  that  dark  Intriguer  (leer 
A  devious  eourfe,  thro*  Faction's  fphere  ! 
Not  yet  matur'd  to  Freedom's  fun, 
His  feven  mort  feafonsf  fcarcely  run, 
The  brogue  ftill  hobbling  on  his  tongue, 
His  brows  with  rank  Rebellion  hung, 
See  him  with  brazen  forehead  (land, 
Among  the  fathers  of  the  land, 
With  daring  voice  her  glory  mar, 
And  gam  her  face  with  many  a  fear. 
Ye  heirs  of  Penn's  undying  name, 
Where  is  your  fpirit,  where  your  mame  ! 
Roufe  from  your  bafe  degenerate  Irate, 
And  chace  this  hireling  from  his  feat. 

Once  more,  far-ftretch'd  from  South  to  Norths 
The  Peftilence  ftalks  dreadful  forth, 
And  arm'd  with  fubtler  venom,  frowns', 
To  thin  our  marts  and  crouded  towns, 
He  walks  unfeen  the  midnight  way, 
And  v/afteth  at  the  noon  of  day. 
In  vain,  to  check  his  fell  career, 
Apollo;}:  waves  his  fhield  and  fpear  ; 
Where'er  the  yellow  Fiend  draws  nigh, 
He  fills  with  death  the  tainted  fky, 
The  city  wraps  in  midnight  gloom, 
And  marks  whole  myriads  for  the  tomb. 
In  vain  from  crowded  towns  they  hafte,  . 
His  fhafts  unfeen  their  flight  arreft  ; 
Man  flies  from  man,  as  tho'  purfued 
In  vengeance  of  a  brother's  blood  ; 
But  finds  no  refuge  from  the  grave, 
Alas  !  no  altar  blefs'd  to  fave. 

f  By  the  Confutation  of  the  United  States,  no  for- 
-*"gner  can  be  elefted  a  Reprefcntative  in  Congrefs, 
until  he  has  been  fevcn  years  a  citizen  of  the  United 
States. 

J  Apollo  the  god  Of  rhyfic. 


II 


When  erfl  th'  Almighty's  vengeful  ire 
Wrapp'd  Sodom's  guilty  domes  in  fire, 
Lot  from  the  fcene  of  horror  flew, 
And  fafe  to  friendly  Zoar  withdrew  j 
But  here  no  place  a  fhelter  yields, 
No  Zoar  the  friendlefs  exile  fliields. 
No  rules  by  which  the  wifeft  live, 
No  aid  that  Med'cine  knows  to  give, 
When  Peftilence  burfts  dreadful  forth, 
Can  fave  the  fated  fons  of  Earth. 
Nor  bright  endowments  of  the  mind, 
Wkh  learning  fraught  and  tafte  refin'd, 
Nor  pitying  heart  for  others  woe, 
Can  turn  afide  the  fatal  blow  ; 
Elfe  had  his  fhafts  that  wing'd  the  Iky, 
Pafs'd  thee,  O  SMITH ||  in  fafety  by — 
Thy  friends'  delight,  thy  parents  ftay, 
Fond  hope  of  their  declining  day  ; — . 
Nor  had  thofe  floods  of  forrow,  burft, 
Lamented  COOPER^  o'er  thy  duft  ; 
Nor  mourning  Science  wept  forlorn, 
O'er  learn'd  SCANDELLA'S*  timelefs  urn. 

||  Do&or  Elihu  H.  Smith  of  NewrYork. 

§  Dodlor Cooper  of  Philadelphia. 

*  Doctor  I.  B.  Scandella  of  Venice,  who  died  iu 
New-York  during  the  prevalence  of  the  Yellow  fever 
this  fall. 

The  fate  of  thcfe  three  gentlemen,  was  attended 
with  fome  interefting  circumflances.  During  the 
Yellow  Fever  in  Philadelphia,  Do&or  Cooper  was 
feized  with  the  diftemper.  He  was  kindly  attended 
by  a  friend  ;  who  before  the  Do&or's  recovery  was 
taken  ill.  Doctor  Cooper,  confidering  himfelf  indebt 
ed  to  his  friend,  infifted  on  taking  care  of  him — a  re- 
lapfe  was  the  confequence — and  he  fell  a  victim  to  his 
high  fenfe  of  gratitude. 

Dodlor  Smith  had  contracted  an  intimacy  with 
Bo&or  Scandella.  The  latter  was  at  New- York, 
•waiting  for  the  Englifh  Packet,  to  take  paflage  for 
Europe,  He  there  heard  that  a  foreign  lady  in  Phil 
adelphia,  to  whofe  daughter  he  was  attached,  was 
fick  of  the  Yellow  Fever.  He  returned  there  to  allcviv 


12 

Learn  then  COLUMBIANS,  ere  too  late, 
If  not  to  cure,  to  ward  the  fate  ; 
For  when  fwart  ikies  find  filth  beneath, 
They  breed  fwift  mefTengers  of  death. 
Let  BELGIAN  neatnefs  mantle  o'er 
The  marts  and  towns  around  your  more  ; 
And  ere  the  Dog  Star's  fultry  rays 
Dawn  and  decline  with  folar  blaze, 
Stretch  daily  in  warm  baths  your  limbs, 
Or  lave  you  o'er  in  tepid  ftreams. 
Let  no  late  revels  break  your  reft, 
Nor  pafTion  rankle  in  the  breaft  ; 
The  ftricfteft  temperance  of  the  board. 
And  glafs,  can  potent  aid  afford. 
Ye  heirs  of  wealth  !   to  rural  feats 
Retire  from  furnmer's  fcorching  heats, 
And  let  the  virtuous  fons  of  want, 
Throng  gladning  round  the  fylvan  haunt, 
On  tented  plaias  ;  and  often  tafte 
With  you,  the  fimple  plain  repaft. 
From  ardent  fpirits  moft  refrain, 
Dire  fources  of  difeafe,  and  pain. 
Time  fails,  to  tell  you  how  the  Peft, 
When  firft  he  thrills  may  be  repreft  ; 
This  then,  and  whence  the  Hydra  fprings, 
What  aids,  or  blunts,  his  venom'd  ftings, 
And  how  from  earth  to  make  him  flee, 
Is  left,  O  learned  RUSH  !  with  thee. 

ate  the  diftrefs  of  the  family.  The  mother  and  the 
.daughter  both  died.  Dodlor  Scandella  returned  to 
New- York  difconfolate  ;  but  could  find  no  pcrfon 
•who  dared  to  take  him  as  a  lodger.  He  wr«te  the 
fa6l  to  Doctor  Smith,  who  cheerfully  invited  him 
home  ;  where  he  was  immediately  attacked  with  the 
idiftemper.  Doctor  Smith  attended  him,  until  he  was 
,alfo  feized,  and  obliged  to  be  removed.  A  friend  of 
his,  who  lived  with  him,  took  care  of  Doctor  Scaii- 
.dtlla  until  he  expired — and  then  had  the  lame  melan 
choly  tafk  to  perform  for  Doctor  Smith.  The  gen 
tlemen  were  iill  diftmyilfhed  for  their  genius,  and  er 
udition,  and  had  fair  profpeils  of  being  .extenfivejy 
in  ths  ir  j>rofcluofl< 


Train'd  in  Illumination's  fchool, 
And  hir'd  by  rogues  to  play  the  fool,— 
His  matter  Barras  to  reward, — 
Lo  now  the  "  Hatty-pudding"  Bard, 
His  wandering  wits,  and  cunning  call'd  in, 
Writes  o'er  "  his  book"  to  Parfon  Baldwin. 
This  book,  by  regular  gradation, 
From  Baldwin  mounts  to  Thomfon  Mafon  j 
From  Mafon  naturally  progrefTes, 
And  conies  to  light  in  Lyoa's  preffes. 
What  eye  can  trace  this  Wifdom's  fon,— 
This  "  Jack-at-all  trades,  good  at  one," 
This  ever-changing,  Proteus  mind,—— 
In  all  his  turns,  thro*  every  wind  ; 
From  telling  finners  where  they  go  to, 
To  fpeculations  in  Scioto, 
From  pleading  law,  and  taxing  crimes, 
To  Healing  Colonel  Humphrey's  rhymes,* 
From  morals  pure,  and  manners  plain, 
To  herding  with  Munroe  and  Paine, 
From  feeding  on  his  country's  bread, 
To  aping  X,  and  Y,  and  Z, 
From  preaching  Chrift,  to  Age  of  Reafbn, 
From  writing  pfalms,f  to  writing  treafon. 

Beyond  the  Apalachian  height, 
Let  poor  Kentucky  mew  her  fpite, 

*  In  the  Confpiracy  of  Kings,  publifhed  by  Mr, 
Barlow,  fince  his  refidence  in  Europe,  are  feveral  paf- 
fages  taken  literally  from  No.  10  of  American  An 
tiquities,  which  were  written  by  Col.  Humphreys. 
As  Mr.  Barlow  wrete  a  part  of  the  fame  No.  it  is 
probable  he  knew  the  facfb  abovementioncd  and  there 
fore  did  not  infert  them  ivitbout  marks  of  quotation,,  by 
tnijlake.  It  is,  however,  a  prominent  trait  in  the  Jaco 
binical  character,  to  take  what  belongs  to  others,  with 
out  leave,  and  without  paying  for  it. 

f  When  Mr.  Barlow  was  about  the  bufmefs  of  cor 
recting  Watts's  pfahns,  for  the  ufe  of  the  churches  in 
Connecticut,  (a  work  executed  much  t©  the  difadvan- 
tage  of  Watts's  verfion)  the  celebrated  Arnold,  who 
has  fo  often  amufed  his  acquaintance  by  his  fingular 


r4 

Pafs  many  a  factious  Refolution, 
To  guard  the  Federal  Constitution, 
And  calculate,  that  foreign  knaves, 
Will  fave  her  fons  from  turning  .flaves. 
And,  'tis  at  leaft  worth  Garrard's  while, 
When  labouring  thus  to  raife  a  broilj 
To  recolkft  one  proportion — 
A  Governor  can  preach  Sedition. 
Some  entertain  the  wife  opinion, 
That  fadtio-n  lurks  in  Old  Dominion, 
And,  that  thejGftuIa^  of  Giles, 
Is  only  one,  of  many  wiles, 
Which  modern  politicians  play, 
To  fhield  their  projects  from  the  day  ;.. 
And  that  mankind  will  quick  difcern, 
The  Farmer,  found  from  item  to  ftern^ 
Among  his  kindred  fpirits  ftand, 
Hurling  Rebellion  o'er  the  land. 
But  let  the  Farmer,  ere  too  late, 
Remember  Swanwick's*  dreadful  fate. 

Vermont  a  bright  example  fets, 
To  all  her  elder  fifter  States. 
Her  Councils  fill'd  with  ftatefmen  able, 
Refolve  to  cleanfe  the  Augaean  ftable, 
To  feize  each  Jacobinic  Lout, 
Strip  off  his  mafque,  and  turn  him  out. 
Kot  one  of  all  old  Mofes'f  race, 

talent  at  rhyming,  met  Mr.  Barlow,  and   addreflctl 
him  in  the  following  juft,  and  prophetic  lines — 
"  Tis  God's  bleftpraife  you've  fought  to  alter, 
"  And  for  your  pains  deferve  a  halter  ; 
**  You  've  prov'd  yourfelf  a  firnple  creature, 
"  Murder'd  great  Watts,  and  ruin'd  metre." 
f  A  diftemper  among  horfes,  called  the  POLL-IVIZ, 
or  as  it  is  fomctimes  fpelt   POLE-EVIL.     This  difeafc 
attacks  the  head  ;  and  when  fpelt  in  the  former  man 
ner,  means  (among  men)  a  ftrong  propcnfity  to   ob 
tain  votes,  no  matter  hoiu  ;    in    the  latter,  as  ftrong  a 
tlilpofuion  to  erecb  Liberty  Poles. 

*  It  is  faid  this  Gentleman  died  of  the  diftemper 
which  affedts  Mr.  Giles. 

f  Old  father  Robinfon's  children  fuffered  much  in 
the  late  purgation  of  (late  officers  in  Vermont. 


Is  fiifTer'd  to  fuflain  a  place, 
And  the  whole  Lyon  party  find, 
That  Federal  Juftice  is  net  blind. 

Strange  as  it  Teems,  this  happy  lands 
Nurfes  a  Jacobinic  band, 
Who,  their  united  force  employ, 
Its  richeft  bleffings  to  deftroy  ; 
And,  in  the  place  of  all  that's  good, 
To  mark  our  fate  with  guilt,  and  blood,. 
But  ere  that  mighty  change  is  wrought, 
Paufe  for  a  moment  from  the  thought ; 
Acrofs  the  Atlantic  wing  your  way, 
And  Gallia's  wretched  land  furvey. 
There  the  foul  breath  of  every  crime, 
Contaminates  the  extended  clime. 
There  crum'd,  and  trodden  to  the  ground, 
In  ten-fold  chains  the  poor  are  bound, 
Their  pittance  ftripp'd  by  ruffian  hands, 
Their  offspring  forc'd  to  diftant  lands, 
To  ficknefs,  and  to  want  a  prey, 
And  wars   more  fatal  far  than  they. 
There  the  rich  foil  neglected  lies, 
No  harveft  meets  the  wandering  eyes, 
Commerce  reclines  her  drooping  head, 
And  Induftry  the  land  has  fled. 
Where  Juflice  rears  her  awful  feat, 
The  blockhead,  and  the  villain  meet, 
While  Law  aftonifh'd  quits  the  place, 
And  blumiag  Virtue  hides  her  face. 
There  a  whole  Nation  finks  deprav'd, 
Corrupted,  plundered,  and  enflavM, 
Its  dignity  forever  flown, 
Its  manners  loft,  its  honour  gone, 
High  on  the  ruins  of  a  throne, 
Behold  the  bafe-born  tyrants  frown, 
Rapacious,  cruel,  proud,  and  vain, 
Far  fpreads  the  mifchief  of  their  reign. 
Of  each  inherent  right  bereft, 
Not  Freedom's  name,  nor  feroblance  left? 


I 

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The  daftard  people  kifs  the  rod, 
And  bow  beneath  the  tyrant's  nod. 

Hence,  let  the  fearching  vifion  bend, 
And  o'er  the  moral  fcene  extend. 
There  Vice  unfhackled  holds  her  reign, 
And  binds  the  nation  in  her  chain. 
At  WEISHAUPT'S  midnight  orgies  nurs'd. 
The  Illuminated  band  accurs'd, 
Spread  mifchief  with  deftruclive  hand, 
Thro*  every  corner  of  the  land. 
There  Difcord  fows  the  feeds  of  ftrife, 
There  Murder  whets  the. bloody  knife, 
Foul  Inceftfeeks  the  eye  of  day, 
And  Theft,  and  Robbery  mark  their  prey. 
Forth  from  her  facred  Temples  thruft, 
Her  honours  proflrate  in  the  duft, 
Religion  from  the  Nation  flies, 
And  wings  her  pafTage  to  the  fides ; 
While  Blafphemy  tafurps  her  feat, 
And  Atheifts  triumph  in  her  fate, 
Behold  !   this  dark  myfterious  Band, 
In  myriads  fpread  thro'  every  land, 
Steal  flily  to  the  pofts  of  ftate, 
And  wield  unfeen  the  Nation's  fate  ! 
Where  Virtue  builds  her  dill  retreats, 
Where  learning  holds  her  facred  feats, 
Behold  !   array  Jd  in  femblance  fair, 
The  fell  Illuminatus  there  ! 

In  fcenes  like  thefe,  let  thofe  who  dare 
JE'en  wifh  this  peaceful  land  to  mare, 
Change  their  dark  purpofe  ere  too  late, 
Or  elfe  prepare  to  meet  their  fate. 

Behold  !   array'd  on  Gallia's  coaft, 
A  ragged,  death-deyoted  hoft,* 
Refolv'd  at  all  events,  to  land 
On  Albion's  fea-furrounded  ftrand. 
Already  yields  her  naval  force, 
And  nought  obftruds  their  daring  courfe, 

T  The  fwaggering  "  Army  of  England." 


17 

While  London's  tempting  plunder  lies 
Unfolded  to  their  greedy  eyes. 
What  tho'  no  (hips  their  harbours  grace, 
Great  rafts  will  well  fupply  their  place, 
They'll  "  condefcendto  crofs  the  fea, 
And  fet  thejlaves  of  England  free  ;}t 
'Tis  but  a  ftep,  the  fhore's  in  view, 
A  half-way  houfe  at  St.  Marcou. 
At  St.  Marcou  the  Frenchmen  calPd, 
And  for  admiflion  loudly  bawl'd, — 
The  tavern-keeper  (hut  his  inn, 
And  begg'd  his  friends  to  call  again  ; 
He'd  cuftomers  enough  that  day, 
Who,  when  they'd  ate,  would  alfo  pay. 
Back  fled  the  raggamufrln  crew, 
Curfmg  their  luck  at  St.  Marcou. 

**  Men,"  fays  the  ancient  proverb  found, 
*'  Eorn  to  be  hang'd  will  ne'er  be  drown'd"— • 
This  is  the  fource  from  whence  muft  flow, 
The  ftrong  inducement  Frenchmen  fhow 
To  quit  their  home,  all  dangers  mare, 
And  tempt  their  fate  no  matter  where. 
Oft  has  this  filly  fcheme  been  laid, 
And  oft  the  mighty  effort  made, 
And  juft  as  oft,  the  boafting  race 
Have  met  difafter,  and  difgrace. 

As  every  victim  of  defpair, 
Has  all  to  hope,  and  nought  to  fear, 
With  Napper  Tandy  for  their  guide, 
Again  they  tempt  the  dangerous  tide, 
Among  the  Irifh  Bulls,  to  teach 
"  The  rights  of  man,"  and  powers  of  fpeedi. 
Her  ftandard  fwift  Rebellion  rais'd, 
And  o'er  the  bogs  her  fury  blaz'd  ; 
Teague  his  potatoe-field  forfook, 
His  harp,  and  mattock  Paddy  took,    - 
The  White -boy  deep  in  den  conceal'd 
Rum'd  fearlefs  to  the  bloody  field, 
Determin'd,  one  and  all,  to  dare 
In  Faction's  caufe  the  ftorm  of  war. 


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Bra?e  Albion  frowns — their  courage  fails. 
In  crouds  they  flock  from  camps  to  jails  j 
.Law's  awful  mandates  intervene, 
And  hemp,  as  ufua-1,  ends  the  fcsne. 

Intent  to  fow  the  feeds  of  ftrife, 
To  mar  each  blifs  of  human  life, 
Spread  wide  Corruption's  putrid  flood, 
And  bathe  the  n&tions  round  in  blood, 
Extinguish  Freedom's  laft  remains, 
And  rivet  Slavery's  galling  chains, 
From  France^  behold  !  a  favage  band  j 
Invade  Helvetia's  free-born  land  ; 
Where  factions,  jealoufies,  and  hate, 
Thofe  fell  deftroyers  of  a  ftate, 
To  French  intrigues  had  op'd  the  way. 
Their  force  to  weaken  and  betray. 
In  vain  her  virtuous  fons  contend 
Tfceir  rights  to  fave,  their  foil  defend, 
Fell  Faction's  fchemes  their  views  oppofe, 
And  tiroi-d  Caution  aids  the  foes. 
Thro'  threats,  and  artifices  vile, 
Corruption  bafe,  or  fecret  wile, 
Th'  Helvetic  troops,  compell'd,  remain 
Inactive  on  the  marfhali'd  plain. 
Meanwhile,  approach  the  hoftile  force, 
No  arms  oppos'd  to  check  their  courfe, 
Nor  longer  deign  with  femblance  fair, 
Pretended  friendfhip's  mafk  to  wear. 
Too  late  coiwinc'd,  in  dread  furprizef 
Irrefolution  opes  his  eyes  ; 
Impell'd  by  courage  and  defpair, 
JBentt's  gallant  youth  rufli  forth  to  war ; 
But  vain  their  courage,  to  oppofe 
Th'  o'erwhelmirig  myriads  of  their  foes, 
Yet  nobly  brave  they  fcorn  to  yield, 
Ami  but  with  death  refig*  the  field. 
Illuftrious  STEIGNER  !   o'er  thy  grave 
Shall  Virtue's  frefheft  laurels  wave, 
And  Freedom  long  lament  thy  fate* 
With  many  a  tear  of  deep  regret ! 


'9 

Thou  gallant  Swiss  !  the  praife  was  thine, 
In  council  as  in  arms  to  fkine ; 
Tho'  Faction  bafe,  and  wav'ring  Fear, 
Thy  juft  monitions  fcorn'd  to  hear,, 
Tho'  vain  thy  efforts,  to  infpire 
The  fordid  foul  with  patriot  fire, 
"Yet  o'er  thy  country's  doling  day, 
When  Fieedom  fhed  its  parting  ray, 
With  foul  fublime,  thou  fcorn'dft  to  wait 
A  witnefs  of  her  mournful  fate, 
With  defp'rate  courage  fought  the  war, 
And  bar'd  thy  bofom  to  the  fpear, 
Nor  life,  of  freedom  reft,  would  have, 
But  rufh'd  indignant  to  the  grave. 
O  !  had  thy  counfels  firm  and  good, 
Thy  vet'ran  counfels  been  purfu'd, 
Helvetia  ftill  had  freedom  known, 
Nor  bent  beneath  the  defpot's  frown  ; 
Nor  feen  her  fertile  fields  laid  wafte, 
Her  hamlets  burn'd  her  temples  raz'df 
Her  cities  levelled  in  the  duft, 
Her  fair  a  prey  to  fiend-like  luft, 
In  heaps,  the  dying  and  the  dead, 
Hoar  Age,  and  feeble  Childhood,  fpread, 
By  tempers  fmote,  whole  pale  remains 
Lie  whitening  o'er  their  native  plains  ! 
O  then,  COLUMBIA  !   from  her  fate 
A  warning  draw  ere  yet  too  late ; 
For,  from  Deilruclion's  lurid  fky, 
The  Fiend  has  mark'd  thee  with  his  eye, 
In  hope,  already  makes  thy  chains, 
And  revels  o'er  thy  waited  plains. 
Howe'er  his  varying  features  ftiew, 
If  fmiles  or  frowns  imprefs  his  brow, 
Still  fix'd,  his  views  remain  the  fame, 
Ner  once  he  deviates  from  his  aim. 
Then,  from  his  fmiles  indignant  turn, 
His  proffer'd  love  with  horror  fpurn, 
Beneath  thofe  fmiles  lurk  deadly  hate, 
That  friendfliip  but  conduits  to  fate. 


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So,  cloth'd  in  fair  and  treacherous  guife, 
Morocco's  image*  meets  the  eyes— 
Her  face  in  foft  allurements  dreft, 
She  hides  the  dagger  in  her  breaft, 
And,  while  her  arms  the  wretch  furroimd, 
Her  poniard  gives  the  deadly  wound. 

Behold  the  Chief,  whofe  mighty  name- 
With  glory  fills  the  trump  of  fame  ! 
Before  whofe  genius,  fmote  with  dread, 
The  veteran  hofts  of  Auftria  fled, 
TV  imperial  Eagle  droop'd  forlorn — 
His  plumage  foiPd,  his  pinions  torn, 
And  Conqueft's  felf,  mid  fields  of  blood, 
Attendant  on  his  footfteps  trode  ; 
While  his  dark  enterprize  unknown 
Each  nation  dreads  it  for  its  own, 
And  pale  fufpended  on  its  fate, 
The  anxious  eyes  of  Europe  wait ; 
To  gain  new  palms  on  Afrie's  coaft, 
Lead  o'er  the  deep  a  chofen  hoft. 
And  lo  !   at  firft,  with  fav'ring  ray, 
Kind  fortune  lights  him  on  his  way  ; 
Thofe  ramparts,  Europe's  ancient  pride, 
Which  erft  the  Turkifh  power  defy'd, 
By  ftratagem  and  force  compell'd, 
To  him  the  towers  of  Malta  yield. 
Victorious,  thence  to  Egypt's  coaft 
He  leads  his  fell  marauding  hoft  ; 
In  vain  the  Turks  oppofe  their  force, 
To  ftop  the  fierce  invaders  courfe, 
Nor  Alexandria's  time-worn  towers, 
Nor  Cairo  long  refifts  his  powers  ; 
By  defperate  courage  fierce  impell'd 
The  Mam'luke  fquadrons  tempt  the  field  ; 

*  An  image  of  a  beautiful  woman,  kept  by  the 
Emperor  of  Morocco,  for  the  purpofe  of  punifhing 
his  refractory  iubjc&s.  Such  per  Cons  are  ordered 
to  embrace  the  image,  at  which  moment,  a  dagger 
concealed  in  it,  pierces  them  to  the  heart 


But  Mam'luke  courage  glows  in  rain,— 
By  Gallic  fwords  they  all  were  flain, 
The  reft  were  drown'd  as  Frenchmen  fay, 
Befides  fome  few  that  ran  away. 
All  foil'd  with  ooze,  with  dripping  beard, 
His  head  Old  Nile  affrighted  rear'd, 
And  gaz'd  with  anger  and  furprize, 
On  thefe  new  fcenes  that  met  his  eyes, 
As  near  his  mores,  defiTd  with  blood, 
In  human  form  thefe  demons  flood  ; 
While  Crocodiles  in  horror  fled 
Monfters  more  cruel  and  more  dread. 
"  What !"  faid  he,  kindling  with  difdain, 
"  Have  the  vile  Jews  come  back  again  ? 
"  For  fure  fuch  fiends,  fince  Pharaoh's  time, 
"  Ne'er  curs'd  Egyptians  fertile  clime, 
**  When  Jacob's  offspring,  all  forlorn, 
"  Came  down  to  bay  a  bag  of  corn, 
**  Tho'  Pharaoh  tho't  they  meant  to  fteal 
"  Inftead  of  buying  Indian  meal." 
But  lo  !   the  ever-varying  queen, 
Delufive  Fortune  fhifts  the  fcene  : 
To  erufli  the  towering  pride  of  France, 
Behold  brave  NELSON  firm  advance  ! 
Beneath  his  rule,  in  clofe  array, 
The  Briton's  plough  the  watry  way, 
To  fam'd  Rofetta  bends  his  courfe, 
Where  deem'd,  fecure  from  hoftile  force,. 
The  fleet  fuperior  of  the  foe 
A  lengthen'd  line  of  battle  mew. 
JLo  from  the  weft,  the  fetting  ray 
Slopes  the  long  fhades  of  parting  day  J 
The  fight  begins  ; — the  cannon's  roar 

In  doubling  echoes  rends  the  fliore  ;. 

Wide  o'er  the  fcene  blue  clouds 

And  curl  in  volumes  to  the  fkies, 

While  momentary  flafhes  fpread 

Their  ileecv  folds  with  fierv  red. 
D  ' 


More  defperate  ftill  the  battle  glows 
As  night  around  its  horrors  throws  ; 
Long  lines  of  fire  enkindling  fweep 
A  blueifh  fplendor  o'er  the  deep, 
Then  fwells  the  dread  difplofive  found, 
While  deeper  darknefs  clofes  round. — 
Yon  fable  volume,  roll'd  ©n  high, 
With  blacker  gloom  obfcures  the  fky  ; 
And  lo  !   emerging  from  its  womb 
What  fudden  flames  the  made  illume  ? 
Evolving  flow  the  clouds  retire, 
Red  glows  the  wide-extended  fire, 
And  rears  fublime  a  column  white, 
High  as  the  eagle  '«vings  his  flight, 
?Till  veil'd  mid  clouds  of  pitchy  hue, 
It  fhrinks  diminim'd  from  the  view  ; 
Wide  o'er  the  feas  the  fplendors  play, 
In  radiance  like  the  blaze  of  day  ; 
With  reflex  beams  the  waves  are  bright, 
Bicchierrian  heights  emerge  in  light, 
While  o'er  the  diftant  hills  and  meads, 
Night's  deepeft  gloom  the  landfcape  fliades. 
At  length,  difparting,  from  the  waves 
The  giant  {hip  concuffive  heaves  ; 
Still  wider  fpreads  the  glare  of  light, 
With  momentary  fplendor  bright, 
Far  heard,  the  wild  tremendous  found 
In  dire  explofion  roars  around, 
The  lifted  furges  wide  expand, 
And  dafh  with  refluent  waves  the  tend, 
The  Nile  receding  feeks  its  head, 
And  pale  Rofetta  (hakes  with  dread — 
Huge  burning  beams  are  hurl'd  on  high, 
And  mafls  and  yards  obfcure  the  iky  ; 
Burnt,  mangled,  torn,  and  dy'd  in  blood 
The  Gallic  failors  ftrew  the  flood, 
While  the  rent  hulk,  with  groaning  found, 
Sinks  plunging  whirl'd  in  eddies  round. 
3Tis  filence  all : — the  cannon's  roar, 
In  deafening  thunder  rings  no  more  5 


No  light  is  feen  to  mark  the  gloom, 

Still  as  the  ftillnefs  of  the  tomb. 

Such  the  dire  gloom  in  days  of  yore 

That  darken'd  Egypt's  fated  fhore, 

When  Plagues  purfued  the  Prophet's  word. 

And  terror  pal'd  her  haughty  lord. 

Not  long  thepaufe  ;  for  lo  !  oncemors 

Refounds  the  loud  terrific  roar, 

Flam  anfwering  flafli,  alternate  plays, 

And  lightens  ocean  with  its  rays. 

But  when  the  Morning's  golden  eye 

Beheld  the  dufky  fhadows  fly, 

Wild  Havoc  frowning  o'er  the  flood, 

His  giant  form  exulting  fhew'd  ; 

The  Gallic  navy  foil'd  and  torn, 

With  pale  difcomfiture  forlorn, 

Wide  fcatter'd  o'er  Rofetta's  bay, 

In  proftrate  ruin  helplefs  lay  ; 

Two  fhatter'd  fly  ;  the  reft  remain 

To  wear  the  valiant  vigor's  chain  j 

While  o'er  the  wreck-obftrucled  tide 

The  Britifh  mips  in  triumph  ride. 

All-anxious,  from  Abucar's  height, 

The  Gallic  leaders  view  the  fight, 

And  defp'rate  fee  their  fleet  compell'd 

To  force  inferior  far  to  yield. 

So  when,  by  night,  o'er  Memphis  trode 

Th'  avenging  minifter  of  God, 

At  morn  pale  Egypt  view'd  with  dread, 

Her  firft-born  number'd  with  the  dead. 

Ambitious  Chief !  in  duft  laid  low 
Behold  the  honours  of  thy  brow, 
The  laurels  cull'd  on  Egypt's  fhore 
Shall  wither  ere  the  day  be  o'er  ; 
Thy  armies  thinn'd,  reduc'd  thy  force, 
Fell  Ruin  waits  thy  onward  courfe, 
While  of  thy  country's  aid  bereft, 
No  fafety  but  in  flight  is  left, 
And  e'en  that  laft  refource  deny'd, 
Since  Britain's  navy  rules  the  tide  ; 


While  victory's  felf  but  feals  thy  doom, 
And  brings  thee  nearer  to  the  tomb. 
I  fee  Deftru&ion  win?*  her  way, 
I  fee  the  eagles  mark  their  prey, 
Where  pent  in  Cairo's  putrid  wall, 
In  heaps  thy  dying  foldiers  fall  ;  ^ 
Or,  mid  the  defarts  burning  wafte, 
Smote  by  the  S  AMI  EL'S  fiery  blaft  3 
OrprefT'd  by  fierce  Arabian  bands, 
With  thirft  they  perifh  on  the  fands. — 
While  BUONAPARTE'S  dreaded  name 
Shall  mine  a  beacon's  warning  flame, 
To  point  to  times  of  future  date 
Unprincipled  Ambition's  fate. 

What  fruits  {ballon  this  victory  grow, 
All  climes  mall  fee,  all  ages  know  ; 
Earth's  eaitern  realms  that  long  have  view'd 
JDefcendingfuns  go  down  in  blood, 
Now  with  the  weftern  world  mall  frame 
.XiO'ud  Paeans  NELSON  to  thy  name. 

Shield,  ftili  Britannia,  mield  from  harm. 
The  Nations  with  thy  naval  arm  ; 
And  blighted  Europe  foon  mall  fee 
Her  freedom  guaranteed  by  thee. 

See  far  beneath  the  polar  /kies, 
The  Ruffian  '.varlike  ftandards  rife, 
While  o'er  the  feas  her  fleets  advance, 
To  brave  the  Buccaniers  of  France. 
And  lo  !   Germania's  numerous  ftates, 
Pour  countlefs  thro'  her  hundred  gates, 
And  ere  Helvetia's  final  knell, 
Shall  rife  up  many  a  William  Tell. 
Him  too,  whofe  faith  the  Koran  (ways, 
And  whofe  ftern  nod  rules  Egypt's  Beys, 
Sends  forth  his  martial  proclamation, 
Againit  "  THE  TER.JUBLE  GREAT  NATION. 5> 


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